Song | Turn the Page (The Voice Performance) |
Artist | The Swon Brothers |
Album | Turn the Page (The Voice Performance) - Single |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha | |
You can listen to the engine moanin’ out it’s one note song | |
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before | |
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do | |
When you’re riding sixteen hours and there’s nothing there to do | |
And you don’t feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through | |
Here I am, on the road again | |
There I am, on the stage | |
Here I go, playing star again | |
There I go, turn the page | |
Well you walk into a restaurant all strung out from the road | |
And you feel the eyes upon you as you’re shaking off the cold | |
You pretend it doesn’t bother you, but you just want to explode | |
Most times you can’t hear ‘em talk, other times you can | |
All the same old cliche’s, is it woman is it man? | |
You always seem outnumbered, so you don’t dare make a stand | |
Here I am, on the road again | |
There I am, on the stage | |
Here I go, playing star again | |
There I go, turn the page | |
Out there in the spotlight you’re a million miles away | |
Every ounce of energy, you try to give away | |
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play | |
Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed | |
With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin’ in your head | |
You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said | |
Here I am, on the road again | |
There I am, up on the stage | |
Here I go, playing star again | |
There I go, turn the page | |
Here I am, on the road again | |
There I am, on the stage yeah | |
Here I go, playing star again | |
There I go, there I go |
On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha | |
You can listen to the engine moanin' out it' s one note song | |
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before | |
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do | |
When you' re riding sixteen hours and there' s nothing there to do | |
And you don' t feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through | |
Here I am, on the road again | |
There I am, on the stage | |
Here I go, playing star again | |
There I go, turn the page | |
Well you walk into a restaurant all strung out from the road | |
And you feel the eyes upon you as you' re shaking off the cold | |
You pretend it doesn' t bother you, but you just want to explode | |
Most times you can' t hear ' em talk, other times you can | |
All the same old cliche' s, is it woman is it man? | |
You always seem outnumbered, so you don' t dare make a stand | |
Here I am, on the road again | |
There I am, on the stage | |
Here I go, playing star again | |
There I go, turn the page | |
Out there in the spotlight you' re a million miles away | |
Every ounce of energy, you try to give away | |
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play | |
Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed | |
With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head | |
You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said | |
Here I am, on the road again | |
There I am, up on the stage | |
Here I go, playing star again | |
There I go, turn the page | |
Here I am, on the road again | |
There I am, on the stage yeah | |
Here I go, playing star again | |
There I go, there I go |
On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha | |
You can listen to the engine moanin' out it' s one note song | |
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before | |
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do | |
When you' re riding sixteen hours and there' s nothing there to do | |
And you don' t feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through | |
Here I am, on the road again | |
There I am, on the stage | |
Here I go, playing star again | |
There I go, turn the page | |
Well you walk into a restaurant all strung out from the road | |
And you feel the eyes upon you as you' re shaking off the cold | |
You pretend it doesn' t bother you, but you just want to explode | |
Most times you can' t hear ' em talk, other times you can | |
All the same old cliche' s, is it woman is it man? | |
You always seem outnumbered, so you don' t dare make a stand | |
Here I am, on the road again | |
There I am, on the stage | |
Here I go, playing star again | |
There I go, turn the page | |
Out there in the spotlight you' re a million miles away | |
Every ounce of energy, you try to give away | |
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play | |
Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed | |
With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head | |
You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said | |
Here I am, on the road again | |
There I am, up on the stage | |
Here I go, playing star again | |
There I go, turn the page | |
Here I am, on the road again | |
There I am, on the stage yeah | |
Here I go, playing star again | |
There I go, there I go |